Aurora's POV. 65.
Morning came too damn soon.
Every part of me ached—from the rough way he handled me to the way I let him. The sheets clung to my sticky skin as I slowly opened my eyes.
Luther was already up, standing near the closet, half-dressed, his back to me. My lips parted to call his name, but then—knock knock.
Sharp. Loud. Too early.
He froze.
Then moved fast, yanking on a shirt without even buttoning it properly.
Another knock.
I panicked, grabbing the sheet and wrapping it tight around me. My body screamed from the aftermath of last night—my thighs sore, my skin marked.
“Come in,” Luther barked, voice cold.
The door creaked open.
And there she was.
Fucking Mia.
Holding a tray like some goddamn housewife. Her fake smile plastered on her face like she rehearsed it in
